Addison’s P.O.V
My eyes opened, taking a moment to adjust to the light in the room. I was laying on my back, Carson must have moved me while I slept. I don’t blame him; it couldn’t have been comfortable for him having me sleeping on top of him. I went to reach for him, but he wasn’t there. I stretched, sitting up to see if he was anywhere in sight, but he wasn’t. Where has he gone? I checked the time, seeing I had been sleeping for at least two hours. I pulled myself out of bed, grabbing one of his tees and pulling it over me before going to find him.
The closer I got to the living room, I hear the strum of his acoustic guitar. I stopped for a moment, closing my eyes and listening. He always played beautifully. I couldn’t help but smile. I have missed that sound so much. After li
